Chapter 30
Kellan watched as she turned around and placed her hands on the wall. They should have dried her off because his shirt was clinging to her in places that he really wanted to touch.
He’d had sex with plenty of women but he’d never wanted to spend time getting to know them. He’d never wanted to be affectionate or give aftercare.
And he certainly wouldn’t have held them against his chest, worried that they might slip and fall and hurt themselves.
These feelings he had for Arabella were like nothing he’d felt before. And that was somewhat concerning.
What if something did happen to her?
She was fast becoming the reason he got up in the morning. When he was with her, he felt more alive. He felt an actual desire to live rather than going through the motions.
He’d been completely honest when he’d told her before that he hadn’t much cared if he lived or died. Sometimes he thought that Eli would be better off without him.
But not now.
Now he felt something stirring inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. So long that he couldn’t even remember a time he had felt it.
Hope.
Happiness.
Still, he was going to let Eli spank her this first time. He didn’t trust himself not to fuck this up. For all of them.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to stick around and watch. Because, damn, his shirt had now ridden up and he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks.
They were pale and were going to look so pretty once Eli turned them pink.
“I’m going to pull the shirt up over your ass,” Eli told her. “Tell me if you don’t want that.”
“It . . . it’s okay.”
“If you don’t like anything we do, if it makes you scared or uncomfortable or you’re in pain, then you need to tell us. You can say no or stop. All right?” Eli said.
“Yes, I understand,” she said.
“Such a brave, beautiful girl,” Eli told her. “Isn’t she, Kellan?”
“The bravest,” Kellan replied.
“Are you both going to spank me?” she asked as Eli helped her move so she was pushing her ass out.
Fuck.
He was so hard. He wrapped his hand around his dick, unable to help himself.
“Just Eli.”
She gave him a startled look, then her gaze dropped to where he was running his hand up and down his hard dick. He didn’t stop and she licked her lips.
Yeah, she liked this.
Eli seemed to pick up on that too. “Do you like watching Kellan touch himself? Do you enjoy seeing him play with his dick? Would you like to see him come?”
Kellan shot Eli a look. He wasn’t sure of that part.
Not yet. He wasn’t someone who could let go of his control that easily.
He never used to come at the club, well, unless they were in a private room.
And he always had total control over the circumstances.
He preferred to make himself come rather than have someone suck him off or through intercourse.
However, he could envision her on her knees, sucking him off. Or him driving himself deep into her pussy.
Yeah, he could see that and he wanted it.
“I do,” she said.
“Good girl,” Eli told her. “That’s not happening today, but one day you’ll be able to watch Kellan jack himself off. Or maybe you’ll touch him, suck him, make him come. Would you like that?”
Kellan tried to keep his thoughts off his face, but he waited to hear what she thought of that.
“Yes, please,” she said breathlessly. “I want that all so much.”
God, she was amazing. He liked her unguarded responses. Maybe because she was generally so guarded with everyone and everything. Something he totally understood.
But she trusted them enough to let go and tell them what she really thought.
Eli ran his hand over her ass. “Why are you being punished, baby?”
She groaned. “You know why.”
Slap!
He smacked his hand down on her ass. “No, that’s not the right answer.”
“You’re so mean.”
Kellan nearly smiled. There was that sass. He loved it. It meant that they were going to have a lot of fun teaching her what happened to girls with sassy mouths.
Yep. A lot of fun.
Something Kellan wasn’t used to.
Slap!
Nope. That wasn’t the right answer either.
“Eli!” she cried, turning to glare at Eli over her shoulder.
His brother smiled at her and smacked her ass again. “While I like my name coming from your lips, that’s also not the answer.”
“Grr.”
“Still not the right answer,” Eli told her.
“Because I disobeyed you and got out of bed to have a shower,” she said quickly. “Although I still think that I’m fine to shower by myself and you were overreacting.”
“I didn’t need that second part, baby,” Eli told her before slapping her ass several times.
Kellan took his hand from his cock, wanting no distractions as he watched Eli spank her.
She groaned as he laid a particularly heavy smack on where her ass and thigh met.
She was so small. They needed to make sure that they were careful with her.
“And what else are you being punished for?” Eli asked.
Another groan. But this time she answered straight away.
“For lying,” she said. “And saying I was acting crazy because of my head when really I’m just crazy.”
“That just earned you extras,” Kellan growled.
“What? Nooo,” she cried. “I don’t deserve extras.”
If she’d stomped her foot, he wouldn’t have been surprised. There was a definite pout in her voice.
Then Eli landed several more spanks on her ass. It was bright pink by now, bordering on turning red. Not too much, not too little.
His brother knew how to spank nervous, naughty girls like Arabella. Although he knew that none of the women he’d spanked in the past were as important to Eli as this one.
When he was finished, Eli drew her into his arms and held her tight. She wasn’t crying, but she still clung to him tightly.
Kellan moved closer, placing his hand over the back of her head to massage her scalp.
She moaned as he rubbed the tension away.
“You did so well, Butterfly,” he told her quietly. “Such a brave, beautiful girl.”
She leaned into Eli’s chest as Kellan continued to massage her head and Eli kept whispering to her about how amazing she was. How beautiful and stunning.
And how she was theirs.
Finally, she straightened and glanced up at Eli and then back at Kellan. Her cheeks were flushed but she didn’t look scared or worried.
In fact, she seemed almost happy.
That knot of tension in his stomach eased and he realized he hadn’t been entirely certain of her reaction.
“How was it?” Eli asked. “Too sore? I didn’t scare you? Did you feel safe?”
“I feel pretty good. Not sore or scared at all. I promise.”
“That’s good.” Eli held her face between his hands as he kissed her forehead “Now, we need to get that conditioner out of your hair and Kellan needs a shower because he stinks.”
“No, he doesn’t!” she protested.
He glared at Eli who just grinned. And Kellan could see that a weight had been lifted off his brother’s shoulders too. Eli slid out of the shower before he could retaliate.
He’d always been a slippery bastard.
“I’ll wash the conditioner from your hair,” he told her gruffly.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be really quick and get out of your way.”
“You’re not in my way. And I want to do it.
” Surprisingly, he meant that. He really did want to do this for her.
“I’m not very good at . . . intimate things.
I don’t mean sex. I mean showing that I care about someone.
Because I very rarely do. I love my family, of course.
But I am not affectionate with them. I don’t demonstrate my feelings.
But with you I recognize that I need to try and do that.
So we’ll start with this and move forward. ”
She turned to him. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not happy with. If it makes you feel uncomfortable then you shouldn’t do it.”
“That’s not it. I want to. I’m just . . . unsure where to start. And that’s hard for me. Because I am used to always knowing what to do. I’m the person who tells everyone what to do when they can’t decide.”
“And are you always right?” she asked.
“Of course. Now, let’s wash this conditioner out, then Eli can get you dry and dressed.”
“You mean I get to leave the bed?” she asked. “You guys are admitting that you were wrong?”
“I will never admit to being wrong.” Kellan tapped her nose. Then he turned the shower back on and waited for it to warm up, testing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold before he helped her tilt her head back so she didn’t get too wet.
“Do you need to wash anything else?” he asked as he rinsed her hair.
“No, but I’m going to need to buy a razor before I turn into a hairy beast,” she answered, surprising him.
He snorted. “I wouldn’t be too stressed. I don’t think anyone could mistake you for a beast.”
“You haven’t seen my legs after a few days of not shaving,” she joked. “Like sasquatch.” Then she looked a bit shocked and groaned. “I can’t believe I just said that. That’s really not something you say to a sexy, naked guy, is it?”
“I don’t care about a bit of hair on your legs,” he told her as he washed her hair, making sure there was no conditioner left.
“It’s a wonder you guys are single. You don’t seem worried about hairy legs or smelly breath.” She grinned up at him.
Such a brat.
“Go get dressed,” he told her gruffly. “I’ve got to get clean.”
“Aww, I don’t mind you dirty, you know.”
Kellan gave her a surprised look. “Are you flirting with me, Butterfly?”
“Am I doing a good job? I’ve never done it before. I’m probably crap at it.”
“Don’t say things like that about yourself,” he growled at her. “That will get you punished.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a rule. No speaking badly about yourself.”
“Well, I didn’t know that!”
“Now you do.”
“Are there going to be many rules?” she asked.
He shrugged. “As many as there needs to be to keep you under control.”